Wuming said, "Your Highness, I will clear the way."
Xie Lian said, “No need, I’ll come myself.”
After saying this, he jumped down, like a white flower blown off a branch by the wind, and landed silently in front of the palace.
Just as he was about to push open the door of the hall, the sound of a baby crying came from the hall.
Lang Ying has no concubine and his son died long ago. Where did the baby come from in his palace?
Xie Lian didn't care. He wouldn't be afraid even if there were a huge army hidden inside, let alone a baby. He kicked the palace door open!
Strangely, there was only one person in the hall. No one else was there, let alone a baby. As soon as he saw who it was, he looked up and said, "You're here? I was looking for you."
The person in the hall was Lang Ying.
Although he was already the ruler of a kingdom, he wore no finery, sitting woodenly on a throne. Xie Lian was puzzled for a moment by his reaction, but then he realized that he was wearing a mask and mourning clothes, and Lang Ying had mistaken him for Bai Wuxiang.
This palace, too, was set up with a formation. As Xie Lian entered, he felt something blocking his way. But with a slight push, he stepped on the floor, and the sound of something being crushed filled the air.
The cold winter and night outside the palace rushed in, filling Xie Lian's sleeves with a strong wind. He asked sinisterly, "What do you want from me?"
Hearing his voice, Lang Ying's expression changed slightly and asked, "Is it you?"
Xie Lian slowly approached him, his snow-white boots treading on the cold stone floor. He said, "It's me."
Lang Ying, a reckless warrior, led his troops to destroy Xianle. With the aura of an emperor, ordinary evil spirits could not approach him. But at this moment, Xie Lian brought with him tens of thousands of dead souls from the battlefield!
He simply couldn't believe that such a vast and powerful host of vengeful spirits couldn't possibly defeat Lang Ying. Sure enough, the spirits were agitated, eager to break free and parasitize the enemy's fresh flesh and blood. The clamor was unmistakable, yet Lang Ying remained unfazed. He asked, "Are you here to kill me?"
Xie Lian didn't answer. The next moment, he flashed in front of Lang Ying, grabbed his hair, and pressed him to the ground.
Success!
Xie Lian's lips curled up unconsciously, a mixture of sadness and joy. Sure enough, sure enough! He could defeat Lang Ying!
Previously, he was bound by his status as a priest, unable to do anything against this man with the destiny of an emperor. However, after abandoning his priestly status, he was finally able to defeat Lang Ying. Xie Lian's heart was pounding wildly, and just as he was about to take the next step, his face suddenly changed: "What's that sound?"
Yiyi, wuwu, he heard the tiny baby crying again, but there was clearly no baby in the hall!
After checking again, it turned out to be wrong. The crying sound came from his subordinate Lang Ying!
More precisely, it was on Lang Ying's body. Xie Lian ripped his clothes open, his eyes suddenly widening as he abruptly stood up: "...What is this?!"
Lang Ying slowly turned over and sat up, saying, "Don't be afraid."
This sentence was not said to Xie Lian, but to the things in his body.
On Lang Ying's chest, two faces suddenly appeared, each life-size, with a massive tumor protruding from it. The larger one was beautiful, vaguely recognizable as a woman's, while the smaller one was wrinkled, like a baby, and the intermittent crying sound came from this "baby's" mouth.
Human face epidemic!
Xie Lian was stunned and asked, “How could you have a human face plague?!”
Lang Ying said, "This is not the human face plague."
Xie Lian asked, “How can this not be the Human Face Plague? If this isn’t the Human Face Plague, what is it?”
Lang Ying said, "This is my wife and son. Not the kind of thing you're talking about."
As he spoke in a low voice, he raised his hand and gently stroked the two faces on his body, just like a husband and father caressing his wife and child. However, the two faces either couldn't even open their eyes, or they just kept their mouths open and sobbed. They only had human form, not human form.
After a moment, Lang Ying looked up and asked, "Where is Bai Wuxiang? He said that my wife would come back, but it's been so long, why is she still silent? What's going on? Tell him to come find me!"
Hearing this, Xie Lian understood and asked, "You, let Bai Wuxiang feed the vengeful spirits of your wife and son into your body?"
So that's how it is. The formations in the palace along the way were not meant to keep out foreign objects, but to prevent the objects hidden inside from escaping! Lang Ying, who has become the king, is secretly feeding these two vengeful spirits with his own flesh and blood!
Xie Lian was about to come and settle the score, but he didn't need to do anything. Lang Ying had already infected him with the human face plague. The two plague masks had undoubtedly been growing on his body for quite some time. Even the tiny limbs had grown together, drooping like a burden, a deformed and horrifying sight. Moreover, they had drained the host of nutrients. Lang Ying's ribs were abnormally prominent, his abdomen was deflated, his skin was sallow, and his figure was haggard. He looked as if he had only a few days left to live. He was no longer the brave and fierce warrior he had once been on the battlefield.
It seemed that even though he had won the battle and became the king, his life wasn't very good. Xie Lian wasn't happy at all. He grabbed Lang Ying and shouted angrily, "Are you kidding me?!"
He hadn't even killed his enemy yet, and he was already dying! What the hell was this? What was he supposed to do?!
As Lang Ying grasped at this, something fell from his body, a shimmering red light, bouncing and rolling away. Lang Ying grabbed Xie Lian's hand, but even the movement seemed difficult. He gasped, "The bead... that bead."
Xie Lian turned around and saw that rolling on the ground was the red coral bead he had given to Lang Ying. Lang Ying said, "I've always wanted to tell you, thank you for the bead."
Xie Lian was stunned when he heard this. He hadn’t expected him to say this out of the blue. Something in his heart seemed to stir, but he suppressed it forcefully. He said, “You!…”
Lang Ying whispered, "I wish you had given it to me earlier. What a pity..."
Before he could finish his words, the body Xie Lian was holding sank, and Lang Ying fell down with his eyes open.
Before Xie Lian could react, Wuming said, "Your Highness, he's dead."
“…”
Xie Lian asked, “Dead?”
Looking down, Lang Ying's pupils had begun to dilate. He was really dead.
Xie Lian murmured, "How could he die like this?"
He hadn't done anything to Lang Ying, so why did he die?
Moreover, his death was quite complete and happy. He had completed his revenge on Xianle, and with his loved ones on his shoulders, he was ready to reunite with them in the underworld. He had suffered enough in this world, and death was a relief, a complete and undone death. Xie Lian, on the other hand, now had no one to avenge himself on!
The frustration and resentment in my heart eventually turned into one feeling - hateful, hateful! It was really hateful!
Lang Ying fell motionless, but the two figures on his chest, as if aware of their host's death, suddenly burst into tears, their sobs piercing the ears, more unbearable than the scraping of fingernails on gold or iron. Xie Lian was furious. He drew his black sword and was about to strike them down to silence them, when the black-clad warrior unsheathed his blade with a clang. A flash of blade, and Lang Ying's body was instantly chopped into pieces, dozens, hundreds... blood and flesh splattered everywhere. Before Xie Lian could make a move, he was the first to do so. He coldly demanded, "Who told you to do this?"
Wuming said, "There's no need to dirty your Highness's hands."
At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and a young man's voice shouted, "Uncle!"
Who? Xie Lian turned and saw the hall door wide open. A teenager stood in the doorway, looking in his direction. He had been smiling, but upon entering, he was stunned to see corpses strewn across the floor. Xie Lian asked indifferently, "Who are you?"
The young man said, "I..." His eyes turned and he saw the body parts on the ground again. He said in shock, "Uncle!"
At this time, someone outside shouted again: "Your Highness! Don't run around. The King said that you can't run around in the palace! Don't make things difficult for me in the middle of the night..."
Your Highness the Crown Prince?
Lang Ying's son is already dead, and this young man calls Lang Ying "uncle". He must be the prince appointed by Lang Ying, Prince Yong'an!
The young prince also reacted and cried out in fear, "Ghost! There's a ghost! Come..." Before he could shout a few words, the black-clad warrior struck him in the neck, and the Yong'an prince collapsed in a pool of blood. However, the shouting had already spread, and a commotion broke out outside: "What? Did you hear that?" "Guards! Guards!"
Xie Lian's gaze shifted, and the black-clad warrior bowed slightly, signaling that he would handle the situation, then slipped away. In an instant, the clamor outside was completely cut off. Stepping out of the hall, a large number of guards collapsed to the ground, and the black-clad warrior stood in the middle, his slender long sword dripping with blood, and he actually eliminated them with a single blow. And in the distance, a new commotion arose as a new group of guards arrived, shouting, "Protect the King!" "Protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
Xie Lian turned away indifferently, ignoring them. Sure enough, within a moment, the voices were completely silenced, as if mowed down with a single blade. Then, the black-clad warrior soundlessly followed.
Xie Lian tilted his head slightly and said, "The palace is burned."
Wuming nodded and said, "Yes."
A raging fire blazed, and two tall, dark silhouettes stood in front of the fire, their shadows on the ground constantly twisting, deforming, and stretching.
With such a big commotion, all the palace servants in Yong'an Palace were awakened. The shouting and crying as they were trying to put out the fire or escape filled the air, exactly the same as the situation when Xianle Palace was burned.
The black-clad warrior said, "Your Highness, what do you want to do next?"
The man in white said coldly, "Go to Lang'er Bay."
Before Xianle destroyed the kingdom, Xie Lian had visited Lang'er Bay countless times. Each time, he'd gone to bring rain to save people, leaving him exhausted and with a heavy step. This time, he came for the exact opposite purpose, yet he felt relieved.
Having survived the drought and received strong support from the new ruler, Lang'er Bay had long since recovered its vitality. The streets and alleys were filled with joy and happiness, a stark contrast to the bleak situation of a few years ago. However, only one place remained bleak: the Xianle Prince Palace.
No one would come to the dilapidated Prince's Palace, so Xie Lian chose this place as his resting place. At this moment, he was meditating in the palace.
These vengeful spirits should have quickly found their host, the target of their curse, but because Lang Ying was already dead, they were still struggling, crying and screaming at Xie Lian relentlessly. Xie Lian closed his eyes and casually waved them away. He frowned and said, "Wait, don't worry, I'll set you all free!"
At this time, a voice said: "Your Highness."
Xie Lian opened his eyes and saw the black-clad warrior kneeling on one knee in front of him.
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